Bitter

Your words hang like an awkward silence and they fill the room and eat me up and tear me inside

And I'm sitting here missing you smoking a cigarette like an uncomfortable cliche

These words are eating me alive and I'm not sure you even know it but this bitterness on my
tongue is staining everything I bite into

But your absence left me longing

Just like your fingertips that burned your name into my back and left me scarred with your marks

The words 'I miss you' shouldn't be trying to burst through my lips like a long forgotten language

Because this is self induced

But I am well known for being self destructive

Right now I am disgusted with myself while his fingertips trace where your mark is

And I wonder where you are

And if she's touching you

And if my fingertips left a scar at all

I miss your hair that i imagined would fall into my face and brush against my nose like silky strands of nightshade

Poisoning me and making me addicted to this sickness

And the words are threatening to spill out into the porcelain bowl but they can't quite escape

I'm watching the phone and waiting for you to call

Waiting for you to fight, waiting for any sign at all that I left a lasting imprint on your existence

You told me I was what got you through the day

Well where are you now when i need you to need me?
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This is meant to be performed at a slam-poetry. Not sure how it works on paper. I dont know.